At first I hated this...but it's actually not that bad. lol.

Oh yeah, I just watched Eclipse online, since my mom totally has issues with letting me out of the freakin' house (it's so infuriating!...and it's freakin' summer!) and let me just say that there's some bad acting. Really. And the catfight at the end was a total WTF moment (Yeah, I'm talking about Victoria's death looking SO unreal). It was alright, I guess, overall. Riley (aka Xavier Samuel) is pretty hot though, you gotta admit. ;p

Enjoy the good read ^_^.


The Dream: Daryl's POV

The helicopter landed a few hours ago and now, Damien was having his heart transplant. They had taken him to an operating room, and I was outside the building sitting on a bench. I wasn't particularly thinking about anything, so I didn't mind company as Doc sat on the seat next to me.

"It's so nice being outside without worrying," he said calmly. "For years, I've been hiding in Jeb's caves and now I could finally feel direct sunlight; not just the reflection in the greenhouse. We could finally play a game of soccer in a real field."

"It's nice. The field, I mean. I haven't played soccer since Nilah went missing."

"You still haven't told her about your feelings?"

"From getting caught by the police then breaking out, us saving her from the Seeker, and all the things happening after that, I don't think the previous weeks were the right time to tell her. Besides, a lot changed."

"If by 'right time' you mean never, then you wouldn't know if she'd return the feelings. You're a handsome boy, and her best friend, so what do you got to lose? She will still be your friend no matter what."

"I'm in a complicated situation right now, Doc. It's not as easy as it seems."

"I'll try my best to help. What exact situation are you in?"

I told him about Daryl and me loving two different people. One might not even be sure who she's in love with, since Daryl makes me act differently around her. There's simply no room for both of us.

"That is a situation," Doc uttered in thought. "Why don't we just get you another body?"

"What?"

The thought hadn't evaded my mind, but it was just surprising to hear someone actually say it aloud. It was the only solution to un-complicate our dilemma.

"You know, like we did with Wanda. Let's find you someone that suits you, and I'll even do the insertion myself."

I kept quiet, only frowning, but not because I disapproved.

I can't believe I'm having my body back! Daryl stated with glee. This is really going to happen, huh?

I guess. Then you can go and be with Kim.

Hey, aren't you glad? This is what we always wanted from the beginning.

Yes, I am, but it's just a shock. Thinking about it makes me wonder how different it will be. I feel like it's going to change my life.

It will, but I promise I'll be there. It might take some getting used to with your new body, but I'll look out for you, man. You're my brother.

I smiled a little.

"Okay, Doc, when do we start looking?"

. . .

Too short, Daryl commented on the teenage-looking boy on a park bench. He looks like he's thirteen.

Damien was still in the hospital, recovering, and Doc and I drove to the central park in the city. There were several people here, since it was Washington D.C., and as we were strolling down the park, Daryl started pointing out several people in sight.

"Daryl, how about him?" Doc nodded to a brown haired guy with braces reading under a tree shade.

You're not the bookworm type. Plus, he's too lanky.

I shook my head, and after what seemed like hours of observing people and Daryl criticizing them, I drove us back to the hospital.

"Just surprise me, Doc," I told him. "Really, I don't think I'm the right person to decide which host I should have. It makes me feel guilty."

"How?" We were now heading to the hospital entrance.

"It's not like they're just bodies. What if the person we choose actually has the same situation I have? I just can't steal his chance of a normal life. Most hosts still exist and I need someone like Sunny - a host that's dead."

"You know, Kyle would have punched you if he heard you say that."

"If he was here, I wouldn't have mentioned it."

We reached the floor where Damien's recovery room was and when I opened the door, I heard my mom crying silently. I paused then closed the door as soundlessly as I could and she didn't seem to notice.

"Mom," I said, touching her shoulder. She jumped slightly and then wiped her eyes and cheeks, smiling when her nose was red and tears were still evident.

"Where were you? You've been gone the whole afternoon."

"I just walked around the city with Doc. How is he doing?" I looked at my unconscious brother.

"I wouldn't know," she laughed uneasily, "I'm not in his head. But the doctor said he did great during the operation."

"I never understood why they say that," I uttered absently. "They're the ones who are doing something and the patient is under anesthesia, so how could the patient be doing great?"

She was quiet and for a moment, I thought I upset her. "Mom, are you okay? Sorry…"

"You didn't do anything wrong. I guess they say that because just the fact that he lived through it makes it wonderful. And besides, which mother wouldn't like hearing that?"

We stayed there and eventually, I sat down. She occupied the chair beside his bed and I leaned my back against the wall, my eyes feeling heavy. I suspected I only slept for no more than an hour when I woke up, my head on the plastic cushion of the bench-like chair. I blinked several times after I sat up, stretching my arms. I looked over on the bed, noticing my mom's head resting on her arms beside Damien, who was still motionless but breathing.

The sky outside the window was dark and cloudless, only a few stars blinking beside the half moon, and the street below was empty and gloomy. I walked from the blinds to stand beside my mom and touch her back to pat her lightly.

I heard the door open behind me and when I looked, Doc was there, holding coffee and a tray of food.

"I thought you might want to eat. You're getting skinnier," he said, closing the door with his foot.

"Thanks." I took the coffee and a microwaved pizza bagel. "Is that one for Mom?" I nodded to the other one.

"I thought she might be hungry too. Apparently, she's too tired. I can't blame her; she's been awake for hours."

I finished the bagel in five bites and drank half of the coffee.

"Here, take it," Doc offered the other bagel. "I'll just get her another one."

I took it and ate in silence. Once I finished I asked Doc if there was somewhere my mom could sleep without actually aching in the morning. He told me there was a nearby motel where the others were staying in. I shook her slightly and she was alert again, frantically checking if Damien had awoken. It took me a few times to convince her to rest for the night, then Doc led her downstairs and to the parking lot.

I was alone then. I sat back against the chair Mom sat in a while ago and studied my brother's face. It should have been awkward at least, but it wasn't for me. It was striking how much resemblance we had. If he had never dyed his hair, we would look exactly alike, only he was a little bit taller.

I sat there, talking to Daryl instead, for a long time. When I became drowsy I put my elbow on the wooden arm rest and leaned the side of my head on my fist, letting sleep come.

I was in a trance. I couldn't see myself, but all around me was nothingness. There was only white.

"Damien," a woman called. It sounded like my mother. "Damien."

I'm not Damien, I wanted to say, but I was literally speechless. I couldn't see her. Every angle I turned I only saw a white abyss. And then I saw a figure in front of me. It was a blond boy and immediately, I noticed through the haziness that it was me -no, it was Daryl.

"What-?" I said, but didn't know how to continue.

"Hey, brother."

"I'm not Damien."

"You're not; you're Pierce."

"Then why…" His form began to waver, as if I touched water and it rippled. He changed; his hair changed into a darker color and he grew slightly. I frowned and leaned only a little bit, noticing that he leaned forward just as I did.

I spoke and he mouthed my words the exact time. He was me - I was Damien.

"What is this?" I exclaimed.

"This is you," Mom's voice sounded again. "You killed my son."

I woke up. The first thing I saw was Damien, still asleep on the hospital bed. I glanced at the clock on the opposite wall, hearing the loud, annoying sound of it, and it was 11:47. I'd been sleeping for a few hours and still, no movement from him.

Luck seemed to be on my side because minutes later, when I was closing my eyes again, I heard him mumble. I stood up, deciding to whether call the doctor or not. I went with the latter, since it would be unnecessary to have someone come here to see that he's awake. Unless that someone was Mom, but she wasn't here at the moment.

"Hey, little bro," he said. "I'm still alive, right?"

"You're talking, so that's a sign. How's it going?" I was being nonchalant and relaxed, and I was. I can't believe I ever forgot him. Yes, I'm talking about you, Daryl.

Okay, fine. I overreacted before. Hadn't we already gone through this? he said.

I want to torture you as much before I say goodbye.

Again, I was being casual, but Daryl's tone seemed…forlorn.

No one's saying goodbye yet. In fact, we're not going to say that word for a very long time.

Why do I have a feeling that you'll start weeping on me?

Shut up, I don't weep. I don't even use the word "forlorn", which I'm not, by the way. Just…

Just what?

Just nothing. Pay attention to Damien.

"…Where's Mom?" he queried.

"She's at the motel down the street. She hasn't slept for twenty-four hours and I couldn't give her any caffeine."

"How 'bout you? You all right?"

"Of course. I actually had a pretty interesting day with Doc."

"Doc?"

"He's the doctor in the caves back in Tucson. Everyone just started calling him that."

"What did you do?"

I furrowed my brows, deliberating whether I should tell him or not. I decided I'd have to, sooner or later.

"We went around the city to find a body for me."

He frowned. "You mean-?"

"Yes, I mean your real brother is getting his body back."

He didn't say anything. I was about to announce I had to call Mom when he asked me a question.

"What's your name?"

"Pierce."

"Thank you, Pierce, for taking care of my brother. I know you must be wondering why I'm thanking you, but if it ain't for you, I don't know if he'll be here. I guess I'm just saying that you're a good influence on him. He has his bad days, I remember, and a temper. Not to forget his arrogance and stubbornness -"

"He said not to push it."

He grinned.

"I'm just saying that you're a good guy. And a patient one at that, since he does tend to be aggravating sometimes. Sorry, Daryl," he added and Daryl really wished he could speak for himself.

"Damien, after you recover, will you do me a favor?" I asked.

"It depends. Will it kill me?"

I smiled faintly and shook my head. "No, not even close to injuring you."

"What is it?" he prompted.

"Well…I want you to find me a new host."

. . . . .

Do me a favor and review? This story's almost done and I'm really trying to finish it with a good mood..

Ooohhh, any Potter fans out there? Because I am COMPLETELY into my HP fanfic right now, so I wanna know if I should publish it here. My friend likes it but I just wanna know if any of you are interested.